Here are a couple of silver doors and a bit more. This is the entrance to Rosemont Market and Bakery on the Hill. I stopped by a couple of weeks ago to grab a juice, coffee and a breakfast sandwich. Breakfast was tasty, and I enjoyed it in a comfortable, overstuffed chair in the section to the right. I relished the 20 minutes or so sort of in another world, in a section of the city that I seldom sit and take in the news. It was interesting listening to the anonymous chatter among friends that seem to meet here on a regular basis. I like these small little oases, filled with pleasant aromas and friendly talk. If I lived in the city proper and could walk everywhere, I have often thought it would be fun to visit a different spot each morning for breakfast and all the newsy words. I'd put on too much baggage though. Then again, who am I kidding? I really don't even like eating in the morning. Some mornings, I'll ask Elenka if she'd like to go for breakfast. We'll head out, find a spot. She'll order her bagel or some other choice, and I'll just settle of a cup of coffee. Drives her crazy! She's not happy! I guess she really does believe it's the most important meal of the day.